Cheer up, Professor Snape: Part 3
Lady Draco
ladydraconess@hotmail.com
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anyone in the part of the fic. They all belong to JK Rowling of "Harry Potter" fame.
RATING: PG - to be on the safe side.
SYNOPSIS: Two wizard's and one witch decide to make Professor Severus Snape's Christmas a very memorable one indeed.
***
Glaring at the three professors, he mumbled something under his breath which sound somewhat like "I'm returning to my quarters now". He spun around, his cloak billowing out behind him.
The three professors all looked at eachother and heaved a joint sigh of relief.
'Merry Christmas, Severus!' called Flitwick at the distant form down the hall.
They all looked at eachother and grinned.
'Back to work, my fellow professors.'
***
The door creaked loudly.
'Albus! Why didn't you put a silencing spell on those hinges?'
'Didn't think... sorry!'
'You'll be sorry if Peeves sees us and starts screaming and ranting and raving about "Three naughty Professors sneaking into Snapey Wapey's classroom!' McGonagall said the last part with a poor imitation of Peeves, the Poltergeist.
Flitwick snorted.
'It's alright, Minevra. Severus is all the way down near the Slytherin common room. He won't hear us. Peeves is the only one to worry about.'
The three professors entered the dark dungeon classroom, heading towards a door to the right of Snape's desk. Entering the room, they were welcomed by thousands of jars and bottles containing ever material imaginable. Snakes liver, bumbleweed, Yaks eyes. Just to name a few.
Getting their bearings, the three set off to work on a potion that would make Snape's, and not to mention the students and teachers, Christmas a most enjoyable one this year.
* * *
Snape rolled over in his bed. He was having a most abhorred dream about a lion taunting and mocking a snake. As he slept, his faced remained as it usually was seen. Sneering and angry.
He woke suddenly when, in the dream, the lion bit the snakes head off, leaving it wriggling around on the ground. He lay back, staring at the ceiling, muttering to himself about stupid lions and just as stupid snakes. He sighed audibly. Glancing over at his 'muggle' clock, he realised that there was ten minutes left of breakfast and he was feeling incredibley hungry. He jumped up, grabbing his cloak and throwing it quickly over his head. Staring quickly at the basin in the corner of his quarters, he walked quickly over to it, splashing water over his face. An unused shampoo and conditioner bottle sat on a ledge above it. I must wash my hair one of these days, he thought to himself. When I have time, I suppose.
He grabbed his wand and made his way down to the main hall where breakfast was served. On the way, he managed to take twenty points off a Ravenclaw who was running in the halls, ten points from rude Gryffindor and five points from a Hufflepuff who was crying. Ahh it's a good day, he thought to himself.
He entered the great hall to be greated by an odd silence. For some reason everyone in the hall was staring at him. Self consciously he looked himself over and realising that they were just stunned by his appearance, he sneered evily at them. He walked slowly and exageratedly towards the staff table, never once taking his eyes off the students. He almost smiled when he caught Neville Longbottom of Gryffindor's eye, causing the young student to topple off his chair. He took his seat beside Dumbledore who was looking at him quite amused.
'What? What are you staring at, Headmaster?' he asked quizicly.
Leaning over, Dumbledore whispered to Snape that his hair was standing on end and he looked like a ruffled sheep. Snape glared at the headmaster and tried to inconspiciously flatten his hair.
Watching the exchange from the opposite end of the table, Professor Flitwick grinned. Snape is in for a suprise, he mused.
Realising that he had a class to get to, Snape scoffed down a piece of toast with jam and drank a whole goblet of pumpkin juice in one gulp. Then he was off again, glaring and sneering his way to his classroom.
The three professors mentioned before congregated to the side of the staff table. They were all staring happily at the goblet that was now empty.
'Won't be long now, Professor's!' Dumbledore said, with a twinkle in his eye. 'No, not long now.'
End Part 3.
NOTE:
Well, Snape's drunk the poison but we still don't know what is going to happen to him.. will write soon.. as soon as I can. ;0) **grins** Poor Snapey Wapey. Gotta love him.
Lady Draco
ladydraconess@hotmail.com
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anyone in the part of the fic. They all belong to JK Rowling of "Harry Potter" fame.
RATING: PG - to be on the safe side.
SYNOPSIS: Two wizard's and one witch decide to make Professor Severus Snape's Christmas a very memorable one indeed.
***
Glaring at the three professors, he mumbled something under his breath which sound somewhat like "I'm returning to my quarters now". He spun around, his cloak billowing out behind him.
The three professors all looked at eachother and heaved a joint sigh of relief.
'Merry Christmas, Severus!' called Flitwick at the distant form down the hall.
They all looked at eachother and grinned.
'Back to work, my fellow professors.'
***
The door creaked loudly.
'Albus! Why didn't you put a silencing spell on those hinges?'
'Didn't think... sorry!'
'You'll be sorry if Peeves sees us and starts screaming and ranting and raving about "Three naughty Professors sneaking into Snapey Wapey's classroom!' McGonagall said the last part with a poor imitation of Peeves, the Poltergeist.
Flitwick snorted.
'It's alright, Minevra. Severus is all the way down near the Slytherin common room. He won't hear us. Peeves is the only one to worry about.'
The three professors entered the dark dungeon classroom, heading towards a door to the right of Snape's desk. Entering the room, they were welcomed by thousands of jars and bottles containing ever material imaginable. Snakes liver, bumbleweed, Yaks eyes. Just to name a few.
Getting their bearings, the three set off to work on a potion that would make Snape's, and not to mention the students and teachers, Christmas a most enjoyable one this year.
* * *
Snape rolled over in his bed. He was having a most abhorred dream about a lion taunting and mocking a snake. As he slept, his faced remained as it usually was seen. Sneering and angry.
He woke suddenly when, in the dream, the lion bit the snakes head off, leaving it wriggling around on the ground. He lay back, staring at the ceiling, muttering to himself about stupid lions and just as stupid snakes. He sighed audibly. Glancing over at his 'muggle' clock, he realised that there was ten minutes left of breakfast and he was feeling incredibley hungry. He jumped up, grabbing his cloak and throwing it quickly over his head. Staring quickly at the basin in the corner of his quarters, he walked quickly over to it, splashing water over his face. An unused shampoo and conditioner bottle sat on a ledge above it. I must wash my hair one of these days, he thought to himself. When I have time, I suppose.
He grabbed his wand and made his way down to the main hall where breakfast was served. On the way, he managed to take twenty points off a Ravenclaw who was running in the halls, ten points from rude Gryffindor and five points from a Hufflepuff who was crying. Ahh it's a good day, he thought to himself.
He entered the great hall to be greated by an odd silence. For some reason everyone in the hall was staring at him. Self consciously he looked himself over and realising that they were just stunned by his appearance, he sneered evily at them. He walked slowly and exageratedly towards the staff table, never once taking his eyes off the students. He almost smiled when he caught Neville Longbottom of Gryffindor's eye, causing the young student to topple off his chair. He took his seat beside Dumbledore who was looking at him quite amused.
'What? What are you staring at, Headmaster?' he asked quizicly.
Leaning over, Dumbledore whispered to Snape that his hair was standing on end and he looked like a ruffled sheep. Snape glared at the headmaster and tried to inconspiciously flatten his hair.
Watching the exchange from the opposite end of the table, Professor Flitwick grinned. Snape is in for a suprise, he mused.
Realising that he had a class to get to, Snape scoffed down a piece of toast with jam and drank a whole goblet of pumpkin juice in one gulp. Then he was off again, glaring and sneering his way to his classroom.
The three professors mentioned before congregated to the side of the staff table. They were all staring happily at the goblet that was now empty.
'Won't be long now, Professor's!' Dumbledore said, with a twinkle in his eye. 'No, not long now.'
End Part 3.
NOTE:
Well, Snape's drunk the poison but we still don't know what is going to happen to him.. will write soon.. as soon as I can. ;0) **grins** Poor Snapey Wapey. Gotta love him.
